Mine was a friend i've known since I was 4 and i'm 18 now... Sad part is I talked to him 6 hours before he died. He was part of the EOD squad in Iraq and they had to difuse some bomb at a Flea Market or something. He got blown up at a ******* Flea Market. **** sand ******* I hope that whole country gets turned into a parking lot.

I know how that goes :/ one of my childhood best friends died last year, from a massive seizure. The last thing I had said to him, at the start of that summer was "we'll definitely have to hang out soon!" Three months passed, and then the opportunity to hold my end of the bargain was suddenly gone for good. Hang in there, OP. It never completely stops sucking, but, it does start to suck a little less as time goes on.